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Tiffany and I are pretty good in a car (see the posts on our epic cross-country move here).
But we disagree on the rules of a roadtrip. Specifically, she feels that the passenger should never be allowed to sleep, under any circumstances, while the car is in motion. I disagree. The advantages of having two drivers include having the chance to take a nap when you are not driving, which I did on a recent Sunday when we drove back from New Hampshire.
"Are you sleeping?" Tiffany cried.
"Huh?" I asked, jumping in my seat.
"I was waving my hand in front of your face, and you didn't even flinch!"
"Yes, I was sleeping! That's what you get to do when you're not driving. As the driver, you get to control the radio."
She was not persuaded.
"Let's play a game," she chirped.
But, soon after we began 20 Questions, playing a game became troublesome too.
"I'm thinking of a person..." I started.
"Is the person famous?"
"No."
"Then what's the point of picking this person?" she complained.
During her turn, she thought of a place.
"Is it in the United States?" I asked.
"No," she answered.
"Is it in another country?"
"No."
"Impossible," I said, then: "Is it in Outer Space?"
"No."
"What?? What kind of a place... wait, a minute... have I been there?"
"You may get there eventually," she said.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Is it heaven?"
She shook her head, smiling.
Hell.
But we disagree on the rules of a roadtrip. Specifically, she feels that the passenger should never be allowed to sleep, under any circumstances, while the car is in motion. I disagree. The advantages of having two drivers include having the chance to take a nap when you are not driving, which I did on a recent Sunday when we drove back from New Hampshire.
"Are you sleeping?" Tiffany cried.
"Huh?" I asked, jumping in my seat.
"I was waving my hand in front of your face, and you didn't even flinch!"
"Yes, I was sleeping! That's what you get to do when you're not driving. As the driver, you get to control the radio."
She was not persuaded.
"Let's play a game," she chirped.
But, soon after we began 20 Questions, playing a game became troublesome too.
"I'm thinking of a person..." I started.
"Is the person famous?"
"No."
"Then what's the point of picking this person?" she complained.
During her turn, she thought of a place.
"Is it in the United States?" I asked.
"No," she answered.
"Is it in another country?"
"No."
"Impossible," I said, then: "Is it in Outer Space?"
"No."
"What?? What kind of a place... wait, a minute... have I been there?"
"You may get there eventually," she said.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Is it heaven?"
She shook her head, smiling.
Hell.
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